Chapter 2507 The Witch of Duke Rose (27)

It can't be true, it's taken away by the patrol.

Thinking of the little witch's face, he knew that in recent years.

The group of people in the aristocratic circle is not very uncommon to the beauty that is too gorgeous and powerful.

Instead, he pursued the appearance of a white, tender, innocent, angel-like child.

These people are used to seeing things that are too gorgeous.

In their eyes, beauty is like brightly colored, but rotten and ugly food.

And the little witch's face is like a beautiful and pure light.

Enough to make a large number of nobles go crazy for her.

Wouldn't be attracted by... any little aristocrat who doesn't have long eyes.

After all, she is so weak, she can't struggle if she is taken away.

Around every nobleman, no matter how good or bad, there is always a magician.

And the terrifying ability of the little witch, not to mention the lowest level magician.

Even if a few ordinary men swarmed up, she couldn't handle it.

Xia Ya has impatiently stretched out her hands to support her face, and her cold eyes began to show sharp irritability.

never come back.

He went away.

He doesn't care about her life or death.

Anyway, it's a witch, die a few more, or was spoiled by someone.

For him there is only good and no harm.

Xia Ya was patient, and tapped the armrest of the chair with her fingers bored.

Damn, she's still hanging out.

Forget him, she doesn't care if he's hungry or not.

Thinking of this, the delicate and acerbic young man coldly curved his thin red and cruel lips.

Yes, he was just picked up by her, a wrong substitute.

She picked up the wrong bone and brought him back by mistake.

She has always regarded him as her lover.

Being stupid like this, being blind like this, it's also a loss for her to live such a big life.

Xia Ya's ruthless psychology, a flame of suppressed anger surged up for no reason.

This uncontrollable state of mind.

He frowned, and his pale eyelashes trembled.

Xia Ya got up, just about to leave here and not come back.

The familiar footsteps sounded.

And the voice of the little witch singing happily.

The sweet and glutinous little tune is particularly enticing to the ears.

Xia Ya's icy expression was a little strange.

He almost instinctively sat on the chair, and then thought that he had moved the chair.

With a hard finger, Xiaya turned the chair back and put it by the window.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to maintain the corpse sitting position, his face was slightly lowered, and his thin lips were pursed softly.

The rose-like youth is still a successful day of pretending to be dead.

Bai Weiwei took the empty basket and listened to the system talking about family affairs.

It's never been a problem.

It was just now that Xia Ya moved the chair by herself, as if she did not dare to let her know.

He will move the same.

Bai Weiwei felt that this was also in line with common sense, after all, a person with amnesia.

Vigilance must be strong, so pretend to be dead, and then check the surroundings step by step.

After confirming that she is telling the truth and whether there is any danger.

He will be back to normal.

Bai Weiwei said to the system, "The person who followed behind is still there?"

System: "Yes, it's a magician, but a low-level one, not very dangerous."

Bai Weiwei nodded.

She deliberately ignored the stalker behind her.

He also wanted to make Char Ya feel a sense of crisis.

Otherwise, if you keep sitting like this, your favorability will not move.

Beauty saves heroes, although it is an old stalk.

But it's really useful.

The magician probably took a fancy to her beauty.

After all she just went out and saw the woman.

All skin is rough.